Lu Qing was navigating the space passage with the Old Cyan Dragon and others, surrounded by endless void turbulence and distorted light and shadows.
Suddenly, he felt something and abruptly stopped in his tracks.
The old man, transformed from the Old Cyan Dragon, was taken aback: "Ah Qing, what's wrong?"
Lu Qing didn't answer but turned around to look behind him.
In the space passage behind, a small black figure was flying towards them at great speed.
The figure wasn't large, yet it emanated a familiar aura.
It was Little Li.
Using all four of its paws, it ran desperately in the space passage.
The surrounding void turbulence grazed its body, leaving fine scratches on its fur, but it didn't care and kept charging forward.
Lu Qing's face changed. He waved his hand, and a surge of spatial power emerged, catching Little Li steadily and bringing it to him.
"Little Li! Why did you follow along?" Lu Qing said helplessly.
